The elite squad set off, and they were short on time, at the very least, they had to knock out the catapults of the dark creatures when they approached their soldiers, or the casualties on their side would be very heavy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The catapults knew their task as well, and the big, naked men loaded stones the size of a basin into the catapult's basket, while another strong man used a large axe to cut the rope that had been pulling the catapult's lever.

"Bang!" the first stone shot out, and the huge stone slashed through the air, perhaps because the stone was so brittle, so it slipped and broke down slightly in midair, but luckily the stone was still a large weapon of destruction.

The stone fell into the pile of zombies, and suddenly the strong impact caused countless zombies to fly.

"Charge!" The catapult has already begun to move, and the elite team has set off. Of course, they couldn't run on their legs, so all the iron-clad horses in the entire human defense line were in their squad.

Iron Horse Heavy Armor, this entire super mobile fortress. No one can shake this terrible thing on a frontal battlefield.

They also proved to be invincible, and those first-level zombies were like rows of straw being harvested under the devastating attack of the heavy cavalry.

The powerful impact knocked zombies off the ground.

According to a rough estimate, this first charge knocked at least 10,000 zombies flying.

Such is the power of three thousand heavy cavalry.

"Don't stop, take a hundred steps back, and keep rushing!"

The impact of the first round is gone, you must know that there is no difference between a heavy cavalry without speed and a moving target, and the opponent of this squad is also a smart man, he knows the advantages and disadvantages of heavy cavalry. So he chose to let everyone back and reorganize the offensive.

The heavy cavalry team retreated quickly, at least before the zombies could surround them.

"Destroy them in one go!"

The heavy cavalry quickly formed the shape of an arrow, and the squad leader served as the tip of the arrow.

The squad leader changed into a weapon given to him by the Church of Light, a spear blessed by the secret art of the Church of Light.

The pure white spear looked so dazzling in the whole dark environment.

Almost the entire battlefield was attracted by this white light.

The observer glanced at the pure white spear, and at the same time he also looked at the other zombies, and sure enough, these zombies subconsciously covered their heads when they saw this spear.

"Sure enough, those things were scared of the Church of Light's toys. ”

Once again, the observer had recorded this feature, and he had figured it out now. These zombies are actually a group of first-class controlled humans.

The team leader is also very happy, since those zombies are like this, do you need to say more?

"Rush ~~~~ Feng!"

The squad leader roared angrily, and he slammed the war horse under his crotch.

When the horse had received the order of his master, he began to gallop with his hooves scattered.

Suddenly, the entire horse seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of white mist, and it was like a white light when he charged.

The elite knights behind were naturally not far behind, and they also drew the weapons given to them by the Church of Light one after another, and at the same time, they also let out a desperate cry.

"Charge!"

The entire elite squad was like a huge arrow, and they pierced a huge shield composed of the entire zombies.

They charged, the war horses as if they didn't know fatigue kept galloping, originally a full two kilometers distance in this group of war horses who didn't know the tiredness of the rush actually took less than five minutes to rush.

"Throw Molotov cocktails!"

Most of these catapults are made of wood, so they are very afraid of fire, which is why this team rushed to this place at the cost of their lives.

After all, there were only ten of these catapults, and this squad of knights had three thousand people, not to mention three thousand incendiary bombs, three hundred incendiary bombs were enough to destroy these catapults.

The dark creatures near the catapult were in a hurry, joking, these things were the treasures that guaranteed their future glory and wealth, and now they were suddenly destroyed by a group of humans who rushed out of nowhere, how could they give up.

But what about this? After throwing away the Molotov cocktail in their hands, the human elite knight team turned around sharply and rushed towards the defensive position of the human alliance.

Just kidding, it's full of zombies, and no one wants to fight alone in this horde of zombies.

At this moment, the catapults once again wielded their might, and they smashed a few holes around the human elite knight team, which were undoubtedly the only way for the human knight elite team to survive.

Without saying a word, the human elite knight squad rushed directly to these places that were smashed out of the open space and organized a formation.

Of course, they couldn't have regrouped together to form a counter-charge.

Agus naturally saw the performance of the human elite knight squad, and suddenly, an unprecedented sense of mission appeared in his heart.

"Why are others able to fight for humanity, but why can we only watch from this place?"

This is not only the voice of Agus, but the voice of all the bloody men present.

After all, it has been said that humans are still beasts at heart.

As long as that fire is lit in their hearts, then they will definitely not be inferior to any known terrible beast.

Huge shields were erected in the open field, and huge swords were taken out by a warrior.

This is their glory, this is their choice, no one can take it away, no one can destroy their will.

All the humans in the first line of defense are ready to attack, and they are ready to die and wait for the zombie army to attack.

Heroes are contagious a lot of the time.

Especially the hero in front of him, he will be infected unconsciously.

The people of the second line of defense also fell silent after seeing the people of the first line of defense do so.

Subsequently, the second line of defense was formed with the sound of neatness.

Marshal Karaka saw it clearly, and he knew that the current human race had finally been ignited with the fire of war in his heart. Only in this way can human beings have the capital to compete with enemies who are hundreds of times more than themselves.

Humanity is invincible!

No matter what time it is!

Even the catastrophe of 10 years ago has not shaken humanity.

After all, this is humanity, invincible humanity.

"Speed up!

Marshal Karaka urged the construction of the city walls in the rear. Although the Great Wall of human flesh and blood in front of it is enough to make people frightened, flesh and blood are flesh and blood after all, even if they have a super strong will, they are only flesh and blood.

After all, isn't it because of their intelligence and skill in using tools that human beings can really become the hegemon of the continent?

True Ancestor was just watching, and to be honest, he hated things like catapults. No, it should be said that he hates these lowly and weak human things.

In its eyes, this catapult is, to put it bluntly, a causal (harmony) technique built by a bunch of garbage to strengthen itself.

"Leave those garbage catapults alone, keep going!" Most of the human cavalry rushed out of the encirclement, and only a few were left behind, after all, their luck was not too good, or they rushed too deep and rushed directly into the zombie group in the rear.

However, before the True Ancestor's order was given, those dark creatures were still trying their best to put out the fire.

True Ancestor's orders were undoubtedly absolute, and no one would dare to take care of those burning and dark catapults when he gave the order.

Marshal Karaka, who was blind, felt very uncomfortable looking at the burning fire.

You know, these elite human squads are all elites in a million. Death is the heartache of death.

However, there is no way, since it is a war, then how can it not be dead.

So Marshal Karaka could only watch the knights fall in a pool of blood.

The remaining elite squads rushed back.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Originally, they had no intention of coming back alive.

Of course, some people are happy and some are sad.

Those who were intact were naturally happy, but there were some whose armor was broken. And he was injured.

"Farewell, everybody!"

As I said earlier, heroes are contagious.

Those who have been injured know that they are absolutely dead, so instead of sitting in this place, it is better to rush out and kill them.

The rest of the knights put their blood-stained swords on their chests, the only thing they could give to their fellow men who were about to die.

"Take care of my wife and children!

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return once he is gone!

These knights will never return.

Although the heads of the knights who stayed in place were covered by the thick helmets, everyone else knew that the good men who were not afraid of the ground were crying these days.

There is a way that men don't flick when they have tears, but they don't get to the sad place.

Just now, they were all robes fighting side by side with each other, how to say that they are gone.

Invisibly, another flame of hatred burned in everyone's hearts.

Suddenly, they hated the dark creatures like never before.

"Marshal Karaka, we have counted three thousand people who set out, but less than two thousand people returned. (To be continued.) )